Apparently I’m in love with running again. Or not. But tomorrow I might be. I feel like a 13 year old girl with her first crush.
It seems I only love running when the weather is perfect and the timing is right. And, as one might expect from Virginia in August, it’s hot and humid again.
I tried to do everything right yesterday: I woke up and put on running clothes. I didn’t shower. I even planned when I’d run. And then I just didn’t do it.
I could blame it on my crazy day: two work meetings, calls with insurance (both car and house), meeting with a contractor about house repairs, a call with the county about the car, the maid service, Jones’ cello practice…
I could blame it on being tired: I haven’t slept well for the last few days with all the stuff going on.
I could blame it on hormones: yeah, I have a couple of days a month where all I want to do is sit on the couch and eat chocolate.
I could blame it on the end of the summer blahs: Not the same blahs some of you have. No, I’m happy summer is almost over. What I’m not happy about is all of my kids’ friends being out of town the last week and a half before school. We are all quite tired of each other at this point.
In the end, it comes down to not wanting to run in the heat. I don’t enjoy it and apparently I suck at doing things I don’t enjoy.
Today’s plan? Get up. Put on workout clothes. Head to basement. Do a workout from the last round of Best Body Boot Camp.
Because if I’m not making myself run in the heat, I need to do something else.
My body (and my family) will thank me for it.